As soon as Wen Chan returned to the palace, Ah Fu greeted him, "Your Highness, why didn't you return to the palace at noon? This servant is dying of anxiety."
While taking off his coat, he said, "I think it's too troublesome to go back and forth. It's the meal in the Liang Mansion today."
"Then His Highness won't come back anymore?" Ah Fu took the robe, handed it to the maid waiting at the side, and made a gesture along the way, telling the eunuchs to get dinner.
"I really want to." Wen Chan said slowly, "It's just that I always bother Mr. Liang, so it's hard to avoid."
"What are you talking about, Your Highness, you go to the Liang Mansion for dinner, and it will be a great honor for everyone in the Liang Mansion." Ah Fu praised every day.
Sitting in the hall, the stove was burning for a while, and the whole hall was filled with heat. Wen Chan took a sip of hot tea and sighed comfortably, "Stop talking nonsense."
Ah Fu curled his lips, and was about to brag a few more words when Wen Chan said, "Bring me the words."
He walked over a few steps and brought over the cage with the parrot in it, "Your Highness, this bird is very stupid. The servant has been teaching him for a whole day, but he still can't learn anything."
"Even teaching a child to speak takes a lot of effort, let alone teaching a bird." Wen Chan poked the bird's feathers with his finger, "You should be patient."
While talking, the bird suddenly opened its mouth.
"My Ninth Highness, Wanfu Jinan, Ninth Highness, Wanfu Jinan—"
Wen Chan remembered that this was what Liang Yanbei taught him before, and couldn't help laughing, "Do you know this sentence?"
Bird's eyes were dark, and he turned left and right, his voice suddenly lowered and became hoarse, "His Royal Highness, be careful tonight."
Wen Chan's eyelids twitched in shock, and he said in amazement, "What did you say?"
Ah Fu was also frightened, and looked at Wen Chan in a daze, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
"It spoke just now, did you hear it?" He stared wide-eyed, pointing at the bird in disbelief.
"I heard..." Ah Fu said, "Isn't it the same sentence that Mr. Liang taught earlier?"
"Not that sentence." Wen Chan said, "It said it later!"
"No." Ah Fu said confusedly, "Why didn't the servant hear it?"
Wen Chan looked at the bird in the cage in horror, carefully sizing it up from head to tail, but couldn't see any clues. It combed its feathers with its mouth and shook its wings, which was very normal.
But he could hear it clearly, if it wasn't for the bird, could it be that there are other people hiding in this temple
There are no hidden guards in Wen Chan's palace, and all the hidden guards are hidden around the palace, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Seeing him looking around, Ah Fu was also a little scared, "Your Highness, don't scare the servant, the servant is very timid."
"No one else has entered my palace?" Wen Chan asked worriedly.
"The servant has been guarding the hall all day today, and he didn't let even a single fly in." A'Fu put the birdcage aside, and continued, "Speaking of which, the servant forgot to report one more thing."
"Earlier, the empress of Xuexia Palace sent someone here on secondment to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, saying that she was going to take Eleven Princesses to Yanxiang Temple to worship the Buddha."
"What's the lady of Xuexia Palace? Why does she still miss my people when she goes to worship the Buddha?" Wen Chan frowned lightly.
"Concubine Mei has been favored ever since she gave birth to eleven princesses five years ago, and now she can do whatever she wants in the harem." Ah Fu whispered.
"When will you be back?" Wen Chan thought for a while, but he had no impression of this person.
"Stay only one night, and return tomorrow."
"Go and find out how she came to me." Wen Chan tapped his fingers on the table twice, "By the way, send the hidden guards in the hall to Yanxiang Temple. If the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are in danger, immediately support them. .”
For the time being, he couldn't figure out what the purpose of the concubine of Xuexia Palace was, and he could only ensure the safety of the piano, chess, calligraphers and painters first.
Ah Fu looked disapproving, "Everyone has been transferred, who will protect His Highness?"
"It's just one night, it's okay."
"But… "
"That's half the tune." Wen Chan didn't want to listen to his nagging, "Hurry up and do it, if it's late, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting may be in danger."
Although Ah Fu still felt that something was wrong, after all, he also had friendship with Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting. When he heard that the two of them might be in danger, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and went to do what Wen Chan ordered.
The more Wen Chan looked at it, the more he felt the parrot was weird, and finally asked Ah Fu to take the bird out of the bedroom.
After dinner, the wind suddenly picked up, and the people in the hall hurriedly put the things in the courtyard into the room.
Standing in front of the window, Wen Chan watched the lanterns hanging under the eaves being blown from side to side, and told him, "If there is a wind blowing at night, if there is a thunderstorm coming, seal the doors and windows tightly."
Ah Fu stood behind him, "Your Highness, the hot water for bathing is ready, it's windy here, don't let it get cold."
He nodded, washed his body neatly, and got into the bed wrapped in a fluffy robe, his whole body was retracted under the quilt, only his head was exposed.
Seeing him, Ah Fu thought he was cold, and said, "Your Highness, how about I give you a bed warmer?"
"No, it's not necessary yet." Wen Chan felt that he was not that weak, so he firmly refused.
Ah Fu stopped talking, held the night light, and pushed out of the bedroom with gentle steps.
The moment the door was closed, thunder exploded in the sky. Ah Fu trembled in shock, then turned to look up at the sky, and muttered, "There hasn't been a thunderstorm in the capital for a long time, and next to this autumn, the people will enjoy themselves."
The thunder came suddenly, and the guards in the palace were much more relaxed. They wanted to get into the bed early and sleep comfortably under the cold wind.
I don't know if it was the thunder, Wen Chan was always flustered and couldn't sleep well, so the moment he felt the touch on his left ankle, he woke up immediately.
The string of chains seemed to be tightening, although it was not obvious, but Wen Chan could clearly feel it.
He frowned slightly, and suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, a gigantic bolt of lightning lit up from the sky, and the entire land shrouded in darkness seemed to be day.
Wen Chan was sleeping on his right side, and under the white light, he suddenly saw a figure holding a knife reflected on the wall inside the bed!
At this moment, his heart stopped suddenly, and no more emotions came out, almost instinctively, he rolled into the bed in a panic.
The light brought by the lightning was fleeting, and it was unclear whether the night lights had been burned out or were deliberately extinguished, and the entire hall was pitch black.
As soon as Wen Chan stopped, there was a soft "bang!", and the bed trembled slightly.
The assassin didn't expect that Wen Chan would wake up at a critical moment, and slammed the blade fiercely, rushing into the bed.
Wen Chan continued to roll, rolled to his feet, lifted the quilt he was holding with all his strength, jumped out of the bed like flying, and started running with bare feet, while shouting at the top of his voice, "Come here! There is an assassin!"
At any rate, it was the place where he lived all the time. Even though his eyes were smeared, it was quite easy to find the palace door, but he ran too fast, and he knocked open the palace door with his forehead unexpectedly.
This bump made her dizzy, and before she had time to rub, she tripped over a body, and Wen Chan fell down two flights of stairs, rolled a few times on the ground, and hurriedly stood up.
My forehead and butt hurt badly.
Standing in the courtyard, he realized that there was no light in the entire Xiyang Palace, and it was eerily silent.
No wonder he just yelled out in that voice, but there was no response. There must be no living people in this palace, Wen Chan was so shocked that his liver and gallbladder split.
But the assassin didn't give him any time to be shocked. He chased him out of the palace gate, jumped and landed in the courtyard, and rushed up again with a knife in his hand.
Wen Chan was unarmed, so he had to deal with it with both hands.
In his previous life, he had learned the footwork of the Liang family from Liang Yanbei, and his martial arts were not weak. If it was in the past, this assassin would not be able to threaten him at all.
But Wen Chan's body after rebirth is not like his previous life. Although he has exercised, the time is too short and the effect is not great.
Relying on instinct to dodge the attack, he slapped the assassin's chest with a palm.
Xu is the assassin's underestimating enemy, this palm actually hit her, but the internal force in the palm was very weak, she pushed her back a few steps with all her strength, paused for a moment and then swung the saber to strike.
The blade slashed across Wen Chan's shoulder blade, dragging a long path, blood spurted out immediately, the entire left shoulder became sticky, the tip of the blade picked up a little side of the neck, and a few drops leaked out.
Wen Chan sensed that the assassin was quite a fierce woman, and knowing that she would be at a disadvantage, she turned around and ran away.
He didn't go to the gate, but ran to the flower bed on the left, knowing that even if his brain was made of iron, he would not be able to break through the gate.
He stepped on the flower bed and used the three-legged cat light kung fu to jump over the palace wall. When he landed, he staggered a few steps and nearly fell.
The assassin was chasing after him, Wen Chan clutched the wound on his left shoulder, his legs were moving fast, even with bare feet, he was running fast.
After leaving the palace gate, there is a long palace road with lanterns lit on both sides of the palace road. At a glance, there is no one, Wen Chan shouted, "Come on! Come on!"
The sound echoed in the palace road, forming layers of echoes, accompanied by muffled thunder, which was very terrifying.
But despite shouting like this, there was still no patrolling person coming, and he was running hard while feeling short of breath in his heart.
Where are all these vigilantes dead? !
Perhaps the desire to survive was too strong, and Wen Chan's speed made it impossible for the assassin to catch up for a while, but such a sudden burst of violent exercise did not last long.
Before running out of the palace, Wen Chan felt his legs were sore and tired, and there was a tearing pain in his chest, as if it was about to explode in the next moment, and his breathing became heavier and heavier until his eyes were dizzy and he couldn't move. Don't slow down.
The limit has been reached.
Wen Chan couldn't even feel the pain on his shoulder, as soon as he inhaled, there was a sharp pain in his lungs.
When he stopped, his legs kept shaking, and the only strength left was to support him standing, and if he took another step, he would immediately fall to the ground.
Seeing that he couldn't run anymore, the assassins in the rear also slowed down, flipping the knife in their hands lightly, pointing the blade forward.
Wen Chan turned around, trying to suppress dizziness, panting heavily, "I... I'm such a waste... Why is it worth it, you guys came here to kill..."
He never thought that someone would send someone to assassinate him now, without thinking, Wen Chan can be sure that it is the Zhong family.
He originally wanted to be on guard, but he didn't expect that the Zhong family had already deployed manpower in the palace, and a careless mistake tonight turned out to be so fatal!
The assassin didn't say a word, but approached Wen Chan step by step, the only eyes that were exposed were cold and ruthless.
He stared closely at the assassin's eyes, unable to think of any words that could make the assassin stop, he was terrified, his lips parted, and the word weak was accompanied by a thunderous sound.
"Help… "
As soon as the thunder fell, the assassin jumped up on the spot, held the knife high, and stabbed at the top of Wen Chan's head.
He widened his eyes in horror, seeing the blade getting closer and closer to him, but he couldn't dodge any more.
At the moment of Wen Chan's despair, a snow-white figure descended from the sky, and the red silk pressed by the sleeve drew a beautiful arc.
The assassin never thought that someone would suddenly appear at this critical moment, so he lost his strength in mid-air, turned over and fell to the side, rolling in a circle to use his strength to stand up.
As soon as he stood firmly, a piece of black cloth fell by his feet.
The assassin's face changed, and he recognized that it was the black cloth covering her face. He realized that if he had not shed his strength to back off but continued to move forward, it would be her head that rolled on the ground now!
The assassin's whole body was tense, and his eyes turned to the man in white in front of him. Before his eyes touched the face of the visitor, he felt a pain in his neck, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness.
Wen Chan was so familiar with this man that he recognized him just by looking at his back. Under the night, his black pupils reflected a smear of golden light, and then warm liquid splashed on his face, and after a closer look, he followed closely The man who was about to kill him fell to the ground.
The head covered with a black cloth made a bend in the air, landed heavily on the ground, rolled a few times before stopping, and half-faced Wen Chan with the shattered eyes.
Wen Chan breathed a sigh of relief, his limbs were still tense, and he stood stiffly.
"Liang..." As soon as he yelled, the person in front of him turned around.
The handsome face was still familiar, but those eyes were pure gold at this time.
The color is brighter and more beautiful than any lamp, without any warmth in it.
In that blow just now, he was standing so close, but the white robe on his body was not stained with a single drop of blood. The cold wind blew past, lifted his cuffs and hem of his clothes, and curled up his tied long hair.
"Yanbei." The last two words left, Wen Chan met the staring eyes in front of him, without a moment of fear.
These golden eyes made Liang Yanbei coquettish and noble, which made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar.
As soon as the words were finished, a smile appeared in Liang Yanbei's calm eyes, and the young man in white clothes and golden eyes suddenly became vivid, as if responding to Wen Chan, he tilted his head and said softly, "Wen Chan."
Wen Chan's heart skipped a beat.
This cry instantly overwhelmed Wen Chan's strength. He moved his left foot and stepped back slightly. With just this movement, his legs felt sore and collapsed, and he fell backwards.
As soon as he leaned back, he was surrounded by an external force around his waist, and the next moment, he was pulled into a firm and warm embrace, the temperature was too different from that of Wen Chan's body, and instantly surrounded him.
When he raised his eyes, the golden eyes that were just a few steps away were close at hand, and his fiery breath brushed past his cheeks.
"Wen Chan." His voice was inexplicably charming, slow and deep, and he looked down at the blood-stained shoulder, "You are injured."
Wen Chan stared at him in a daze, without any reaction, the aura from being so close almost made him sure that the person in front of him was Liang Yanbei.
But those delicate eyes...
Seeing that he didn't respond, Liang Yanbei wasn't angry either, with a slight smile in his eyes, he raised his thumb of the other hand and gently wiped away the little blood that had just splattered on his face, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"I… "
As soon as Wen Chan uttered a word, he suddenly lowered his head and involuntarily held Wen Chan's lips. At the same time, he added some strength to his other arm to hold Wen Chan closer to his arms.
Wen Chan's body froze, his eyes widened in shock, his breathing became rapid, all he could see were the long and dense eyelashes of Liang Yanbei's lowered eyes, and his heart beat crazily, even faster than when he was running for his life just now. Be violent.
He subconsciously reached out to push.
However, Liang Yanbei clasped his wrist as expected in advance, then pushed his fingers apart, slipped into the gap, and held his five fingers, passing the warmth against his palm.
He kissed very seriously, the force on his lips was even a bit domineering, the tip of his tongue opened his lips, drove straight in, lingered, leaving no room for Wen Chan to resist or refuse.
However, the strange thing is that Wen Chan, who had just experienced suffocation and escaped for his life just now, although he was blocked by Liang Yanbei for panting, he didn't feel any discomfort at all, and even the feeling of severe pain in his chest disappeared. .
Liang Yanbei let go before his face turned red from holding back, sighed comfortably, and gently pressed his forehead against his forehead, their breaths were intertwined.
"Liang Yanbei..." Wen Chan uttered a weak cry after being drained of all his energy.
"En." He replied lazily, rubbed the intersecting fingers slightly, then raised his head, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, just sleep and you'll be fine. "
As soon as the words were finished, Wen Chan really felt tired and drowsy, leaned his whole body on Liang Yanbei's body, and slowly closed his eyes.
In the second half of the night, he slept surprisingly peacefully. The moment his consciousness returned to his place, Wen Chan sat up in shock.
At this time, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight came in through the windows, illuminating the hall brightly.
Looking at the bed in front of him, Wen Chan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly lifted off the clothes that had been stripped off his left shoulder by the brocade quilt, the area was still as white as before, without any scars.
He looked around twice, then suddenly got up and turned around to look, and sure enough, he saw a little finger-long cutting edge on the originally intact bed, piercing through the cotton pad and brocade sheet.
Not a dream! Not a dream!
"Ah Fu!" He suddenly raised his voice and shouted.